I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Even if it wasn't directed at them personally, the thrilling scene still made even the most seasoned and knowledgeable bigwigs pale with fear.

Shock, bewilderment, suspicion, then a thoughtful calm.

From the heavily armed Flying Tigers, all eyes turned back to the nine-headed bird, which was about to successfully pass its tribulation and soar into the sky.

This trip today was absolutely worthwhile. The landscape of Macau and even Asia will inevitably be rewritten, perhaps in ways they never expected.

Everyone present was shrewd; after a brief moment of confusion and disorientation, they quickly regained their rational thinking, and Zhongtingwang was no exception.

Mainland police station.

Hong Kong Flying Tigers.

This multi-party collaboration is clearly not a surprise attack, but rather a long-planned operation.

He had initially thought he was setting up a trap for someone else, but now he had a vague feeling that he was the one being tricked.

"Mr. Song..."

Looking at the innocent-looking Song Chaoge, Zhongtingwang clenched his fists and tentatively called out, but reality shattered the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Despite his terrifyingly high status, Young Master Song not only failed to step forward and help the other person, but instead, as if wary of an accidental conflict, he moved aside, clearly indicating his intention to distance himself.

All right.

They were isolated and helpless.

Zhong Tingwang gritted his teeth, his composure crumbling, his face extremely grim. He snarled at the two police officers, "You say I committed a crime? Do you have any evidence?"

This is not arrogance.

What's his status?
The man standing atop Macau's Grand Lisboa Casino has the entire Asian gambling industry at his beck and call.

To be honest, those two junior police officers had absolutely no right to arrest him!
Ok.

That's right.

This is an utter insult.

In front of the entire Asian gambling industry.

The key point is...

These witnesses were invited by the victims themselves.

"Come with us, and you'll find out if we have any evidence."

Zhong Tingwang didn't consider himself an ordinary person, but the police officers treated everyone equally, regardless of wealth or social status. "This is your final warning, please cooperate."

The handcuffs were pulled out, their gleaming silver light stinging the eyes of many.

Whether there is evidence or not is unknown, but everyone knows perfectly well whether Zhong Xiaoye is guilty or not.

To put it another way, if you randomly pick anyone from the audience, none of them are innocent. The key issue is—"picking."

For these powerful figures, when the police are right in front of them, whether there is evidence of a crime or not is no longer important.

and so.

Once handcuffed, Zhong Tingwang, who won the bet, is most likely to never return.

Despite entering the phoenix rebirth state, an unexpected bolt of lightning struck, shattering its wings and sending it crashing to the ground, turning it into a bald sparrow.

Who can bear such a disparity?

If the police had arrived before the last 2 was drawn, perhaps things wouldn't have been so painful.

This is a fall from heaven to hell, doubling the damage. If it's not a coincidence but a deliberate design, then the perpetrator was truly malicious.

"Get out of my way! Who dares to touch me?!"

Sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing.

Zhong Tingwang had lost his usual composure, publicly losing his temper, speaking harshly and with a ferocious expression. He suddenly looked at Boss Jiang, who sat calmly at the end of the gambling table, raised his hand and pointed angrily, his arm trembling uncontrollably due to his surging emotions.
"You little bastard, you dare to frame me!"

Song Shao, standing to the side, kept his eyes straight ahead, his face completely innocent.

He didn't actually come up with that nickname; he just said it offhand.

"Zhong Xiaoye, stop resisting! There are police everywhere outside."

Bai Haoran, standing next to Boss Jiang, said expressionlessly.

Although they both came from humble beginnings and had similar starting points, to be honest, Boss Jiang didn't want to talk to him at this moment.

Of course.

He hadn't paid much attention to her before, but sitting next to the beautiful fourth young lady of the He family and standing next to the imposing Bai Haoran, he was clearly the loser in the bet, yet he managed to create the impression of a winner in life.

"Damn it, are they teaming up to play Lao Tzu?!"

King Zhongting could no longer bear it; his eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he wanted to devour someone.

Before today, his appearance would have been absolutely intimidating, but the feeling he evoked in the audience at this moment can only be described in one word.

--Pitiful.

Like a sparrow trapped in an unbreakable cage, it can only use madness to mask its inner despair and helplessness.

Whether it was a setup or not is unknown, but the fact that the police and the Flying Tigers were able to enter undetected means that the owner of the Golden Palace, who was just greeting guests at the door, is undoubtedly a traitor.

So that inexplicable phrase "textile work experience" from not long ago...

It's true what they say, you shouldn't say you weren't warned.

Since they've done it before, they should be able to pick it up quickly when they go in and operate the sewing machine, without needing the instructor to teach them.

"Officer, watch your mouth."

Bai Haoran remained calm. He knew he had brought this upon himself. He had foreseen this day ever since the bomb was planted in the Fourth Miss's car, and in his heart, he had sentenced the bird to death.

It may not necessarily end in death, but death penalty is never the most terrible punishment.

Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

"Cuff him!"

The two police officers no longer held back, working together seamlessly to attack from both sides, determined to subdue the notorious target. There was no hesitation stemming from the disparity in their status, only an eagerness and desire to earn merit.

But Zhong Xiaoye was not about to surrender without a fight and immediately took action.

Although he was dressed in a suit, tied a tie, and drinking red wine, he was still someone who had worked his way up from the streets. His skills were certainly not lacking, and he managed to take on two opponents with ease and gain the upper hand.

Damn.

There are action scenes too?

Zhongting Wang is indeed brave and has not been corrupted by wine and women, but this is no longer an era where fists and feet are the only weapons.

What's the use of being able to fight two opponents at once?

Bai Haoran had already warned him that there were police everywhere.

The Flying Tigers swarmed in, they were really ruthless. Did they think that because they were wearing hoods and their faces weren't showing, they weren't afraid of retaliation?

"Boom!"

Some kicked him hard, some hit him with gun butts. Even the unparalleled Hegemon of Western Chu fell to the human wave tactics, let alone him, a mere double-flower red stick from Ma Ge Alley.

It turns out.

Having many underlings is useless.

Zhong Tingwang was being humiliated and beaten by a mob, while his underlings were completely unaware. When the Flying Tigers joined in, the situation instantly reversed. Zhong Tingwang became a human punching bag, staggering and falling under the blows from all sides. Some viewers' eyelids twitched, some couldn't bear to watch, and some were beaming with excitement.

What a fascinating portrayal of the diverse lives of people.

Are you satisfied?

It's scientifically true that Song Shao praised him as a master at picking up girls. In this almost absurd situation, Boss Jiang turned his head and calmly asked his female companion.

Given Miss He's passionate and outspoken nature, she couldn't help but turn her head away and let out a little "humph" like a little girl.

What a scumbag.

Everyone else is about to be beaten to death, and he's still showing off!

"Stop. This is going to cause a death."

Despite their usual brotherly relationship, only Young Master Song in the entire VIP room couldn't stand it anymore and stood up.

but.

Why didn't you say so sooner?!
The ravaging stopped.

Having brought this upon himself, Zhongtingwang was already disheveled, bruised and swollen, delirious, and even lacked the strength to stand. He collapsed to his knees with a thud, but his tough-guy nature meant that despite the pain all over his body, he didn't utter a sound.

Simultaneously.

He no longer had the strength to resist.

Ugh.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

We are clearly outnumbered and outgunned, so why bother?
"Officer, even suspects have human rights, and he is a person of status in Macau. How about we leave the handcuffs on?"

It is deeply moving, truly deeply moving.

True friendship is revealed in times of adversity. While everyone else stood by and tried to protect themselves, Song Shao attempted to preserve the last shred of dignity for the other party, even though they had only recently joined his cause.

Even though her vision was already blurred, Zhong Xiaoye, kneeling on the ground, still looked in the direction of Song Chaoge, following the sound. Instead of being moved, she gripped the floor tiles with her fingers, filled with hatred.

He dodged decisively just now, but now he's jumping out again.

How typical hypocrisy! He understood, he understood completely.

Jiang, the little bastard, knew he would lose, so he deliberately did someone a favor to satisfy his opponent's vanity, while the other side won face and also perfected their persona.

Neither side at the gambling table lost.

According to the law of conservation of energy, if someone benefits, it means that someone else must be injured.

Who is hurt the most?

Only him.

He, the one who clearly didn't even sit at the gambling table, became the biggest clown!

"Mr. Song, this is due to procedure, please understand."

This is not!

They've given themselves away!

How could a lowly police officer possibly know the son of a powerful figure in the capital?!
They're all in cahoots!!!

Since it's a procedural requirement, there's really no way to force someone to do something against their will; we can't just obstruct law enforcement, can we?

Young Master Song certainly understands and respects the law.

Looking at Zhong Tingwang, who was kneeling on the ground with a bruised and swollen face and was breathing heavily, he said regretfully, "Well... wearing a hood would be alright, wouldn't it?"

What a noble and righteous person!
This time, Boss Jiang couldn't hold back any longer. He sat there calmly, unable to suppress a laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

He Yihui asked with a straight face.

Mr. Jiang touched his nose. "I suddenly remembered a joke."

"What joke?"

"An undercover officer mistakenly entered the women's bathhouse while apprehending a thief, causing a commotion of screams. The women who were bathing frantically covered their private parts, but then someone shouted, 'Just cover your face, because everyone's the same down there.'"

"Is it funny?"

He Yihui showed no reaction.

Mr. Jiang shrugged.

Whether Boss Jiang's joke was funny or not was irrelevant, but Young Master Song's suggestion was very constructive.

Since handcuffs are necessary, covering their heads so that no one can see their faces or know who they are can at least preserve a semblance of dignity.
Moreover, it does not violate any procedures.

So the police officer readily agreed.

Since we didn't know each other, I gave them a break.

Police officers are human too; they have feelings too.

"We weren't wearing hoods."

After agreeing, the police officers quickly ran into a dilemma. They couldn't very well ask the Flying Tigers members to take off their hoods, could they?
It's ok.

There are always more ways than difficulties.

With so many people here, surely you can't come up with a solution?
"Use this."

Boss Jiang turned his head and saw that Bai Haoran had somehow gotten hold of a black plastic bag, the kind used for garbage, and had thoughtfully cut three holes in it.

A pair of eyes.

A nose.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The audience fell silent.

The two grassroots police officers, in particular, had trembling lips, clearly struggling to suppress their emotions.

Song Shao stood out from the crowd, remaining calm and composed. "This is acceptable."

Zhong Tingwang's vision had barely recovered, and he vaguely saw Bai Haoran walking towards him carrying a garbage bag. Overwhelmed by anger and blood, he suddenly felt a surge of strength.

He struggled, but was quickly held down.

"Behave yourself!"

With his strength waning, Zhongting Wang's arms were twisted behind his back and his shoulders were pressed down. He no longer resembled a powerful warlord; he looked like a mere roadside figure.

"You surnamed Song, I'll f*** your mother!!!"

They didn't scold Bai Haoran because no one would complain about their enemy.

It is only natural for the enemy to target us.

Unable to move and pinned to the ground, Zhongtingwang let out a final, desperate roar.

Boss Jiang wanted to laugh again, but when he sensed that Young Master Song seemed to be staring at him, he immediately looked around and pretended nothing was wrong.

"Shut up!"

"May your whole family, including the one surnamed Song, die a horrible death!"

Having resigned himself to his fate or perhaps already knowing his end, Zhongtingwang went completely insane.

Since the sewing machine is already fully depressed, what's there to be afraid of?

"I'll fuck your mother!!!"

Foul language and obscenities flowed incessantly.

Even Mr. Jiang thought it sounded a bit harsh.

There are still differences between two little devils.

Even when the fight was at its fiercest, he wasn't this rude.

Despite Song Shao's arrogance, and the fact that no one dared to utter a sound or show any emotion as if they hadn't heard anything, being scolded like that in public was still somewhat embarrassing.

In the end, He Yihui still extended a helping hand. She got up, caught up with Bai Haoran, and handed him her silk handkerchief. It was decorated with a pattern of white roses with slender, winding branches and layers of petals. The texture was delicate and exquisite, and it smelled very fragrant.

Bai Haoran took it, then quickened his pace, walked up to Zhong Xiaoye who was still venting his anger, squatted down, grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and stuffed the Fourth Miss's handkerchief into his mouth.

The world fell silent instantly.

Song Shao smiled, though his eyes remained cold, as if he had been insulted for eighteen generations.

"Waaaaah..."

With his reason collapsing, Zhong Tingwang frantically shook his head, trying to shake the handkerchief out of his mouth.

Bai Haoran lowered his voice, his smile cold and sharp: "Haven't you always coveted the Fourth Miss? Are you satisfied with the Fourth Miss's handkerchief?"

"Waaaaaah..."

Zhong Xiaoye's eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.

"farewell."

Bai Haoran's face was gloomy. He put the garbage bag over his head with his other hand, then propped himself up on his knees and greeted the two police officers, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Of course."

Two police officers lifted Zhong Tingwang, who was kneeling on the ground, up from his knees and walked out with solemn expressions.

The Flying Tigers holstered their weapons and followed in a grand procession.

Not long after.

The VIP lounge fell silent.

A figure who was almost poised to dominate the Asian gambling world was taken away by two police officers just like that?

Although it was none of their business, the audience was deeply moved.

Since Song Shao, who has never been criticized in his life, was probably speechless at this moment, Boss Jiang kindly spoke up, leaning back in his chair, his right hand lazily resting on the gambling table, his index finger lightly tapping the surface.

“Zhong Xiaoye has been arrested. In order to get away with it, he might talk nonsense. So everyone, go home as soon as possible.”

The bigwigs present, who had some connection with Zhong Xiaoye, suddenly realized what was happening. Their hearts clenched, and their expressions varied. They wanted to strike up a conversation, but they knew the timing wasn't right, so they could only remain calm.

Zhong Xiaoye has rebelled, and the Asian gambling industry will definitely undergo a major reshuffle.

Not in a hurry.

The audience members silently and tacitly left.

Only after everyone had left did Boss Jiang speak, "Young Master Song, why aren't you happy now that you've won? Smile."

He raised his hand and made a smiling gesture along his chin.

Song Chaoge glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Laugh at your sister."

He left after saying that.

Mr. Jiang was embarrassed.

"Pfft."

Miss He's delicate face was as radiant as a budding flower. (End of Chapter)